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Extensive research into the Johnston(e) clan reveals
that the "sons of John" (don't ask where the "T" came from, it's
not important) will most likely have some association with sport
if they are to transcend mediocrity and get themselves noticed.
Famous Johnston(e)s include;
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Jimmy Johnstone
Right-winger of the legendary
"Lisbon Lions", the Celtic European Cup winning team
of 1967, "Wee Jinky" was probably the smallest Scots
player ever to play professional football, but what
he lacked in stature was more than compensated for by
a level of skill and ball-trickery that made George
Best look positively pedestrian.
His footballing prowess was
unfortunately not matched by his nautical abilities,
and he was nearly banned from the Scotland football
team, a month before the 1974 World Cup Finals in Germany,
after a famous drunken escapade at the team's Saltcoats
training camp which ended in him being swept out to
sea on a stolen rowing boat, without any oars, and having
to be rescued by the Coast guard.
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Willie Johnston
Compounding Scotland's misery
at the World Cup Finals in 1978 and elevating what was
already becoming a disaster into the realms of tragedy,
Willie distinguished himself by becoming the first player
ever to be sent home from the World Cup Finals for failing
a drugs test.
Willie always maintained his
innocence and that the substance he had taken was nothing
more than a "flu-tonic".
Yeah right.
Dejected, demoralised and shamed,
and needing to beat Holland in their last group match
by 3 clear goals to qualify for the next round, Willie's
team-mates went on to play as if they were all on performance-enhancing
drugs in a thrilling 3-2 victory over the eventual runners-up,
a wonderfully frustrating and so typically Scottish
display of what might have been, which included "The
greatest World Cup goal ever" (it's official, FIFA said
so) scored by Archie Gemmill.
"Bud" was banned for life from
International football and later emigrated to America,
where nobody much cared what substances he was using.
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Maurice Johnston
"Super Mo" caused an almighty
stooshie in Scottish Football when, in 1989, he became
the first Catholic and former Celtic player to cross
the great sectarian divide and sign for Glasgow Rangers.
Particularly
when, two days earlier, he had already agreed to re-sign
for Celtic and had been paraded in front of the media
at Parkhead.
Mo
went on to become one of Rangers' and Scotland's greatest
ever goalscorers before finishing his playing career
with those well known giants of World club football,
Kansas City Wiz.
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St. Johnstone
Perennially average and underachieving
Scottish football team whose name derives from their home
town of Perth, which was historically known as "St John's
toun (town) of Perth."
Always a good one for pub trivia
experts, their only real claim to fame is for being
the only professional football team in Britain with
the letter "J" in their name, a fact which may come
as something of a shock to illiterate Ranjers fanz.
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Ben Johnson
Canadian Sprinter who, learning
nothing from history and the precedent of his distant
Scottish cousin Willie, was sent home from the 1988
Olympic Games in Seoul and stripped of his 100 metre
Gold Medal for failing a drugs test.
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Brian Johnston
Wonderful, wonderful English
cricket commentator whose languid, off-the-cuff style
endeared him to millions of listeners, many of whom
couldn't care less about cricket but listened in nonetheless
in the certainty that Brian would come out with something
entertaining, albeit usually by complete accident.
He rarely let them down, the
following being just a few classic examples of the late
"Johnno" at his very best;
"The batsman's Holding, the
bowler's Willey." "Welcome to Worcester where you've
just missed seeing Barry Richards hitting one of Basil
D'Oliveira's balls clean out of the ground."
"Ray Illingworth has just relieved
himself at the pavilion end."
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Derek Johnstone
Former Rangers and Scotland
footballer who now makes his living as an overpaid and
overweight TV pundit and presenter.
Unfortunately for Derek, his
undoubted gift for football did not extend to talking
about it, and he appears as comfortable and at ease
in front of the camera as a burglar caught on CCTV.
As a sports commentator, he
does not belong on the same page as Brian Johnston,
but there you go.
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